Robert Frost (March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963 / San Francisco)
Poems of Robert Frost
|122.||The Trial By Existence||1/13/2003|
|123.||The Tuft of Flowers||1/3/2003|
|124.||The Vanishing Red||1/13/2003|
|125.||The Vantage Point||1/13/2003|
|127.||They Were Welcome To Their Belief||1/3/2003|
|130.||To The Thawing Wind||1/13/2003|
|131.||Tree at my Window||1/3/2003|
|132.||Two Look at Two||1/3/2003|
|133.||Two Tramps in Mud Time||1/3/2003|
|135.||Waiting -- Afield At Dusk||3/29/2010|
|136.||What Fifty Said..||3/29/2010|
|137.||Wind And Window Flower||3/29/2010|
A Boundless Moment
He halted in the wind, and -- what was that
Far in the maples, pale, but not a ghost?
He stood there bringing March against his thought,
And yet too ready to believe the most.
"Oh, that's the Paradise-in-bloom," I said;
And truly it was fair enough for flowers
had we but in us to assume in march
Such white luxuriance of May for ours.